There will come a time when there’ll be nothing but survival on my mind and it’s coming up soon, it’s coming up now I can feel it And I want you to feel, I want you to know that I really can’t make it on my own no, not this…
Welcome
There are some who call me… Tim? Pronouns they/them. Former astrophysicist, current poet and storyteller, perpetual weirdo.
I intend to follow Mary Oliver’s Instructions for living a life:
1. Pay attention.
2. Be astonished.
3. Tell about it.
You are invited to follow along on my poetic life journey. This web page is mostly a blog where I irregularly share my poetry, recaps of adventures and general musings. For the most part I write in English, but occasional Swedish may occur. It’s been alive for 14 years and counting, although (like me) it has gone through some shape-shifting along the way.
For the latest posts, scroll down on this page. If you’re looking for a specific topic or post, you can find a search box and a tag cloud in the sidebar on this page.
If you’re curious about other pieces of art or science I’ve scattered across the internet, do take a look at my list of creations.
Well met, until our paths cross in Cyberspace or Meatspace. (Meatspace is my favourite, really. Hope to smell and touch you at some point.)
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Review: Imajica by Clive Barker
Imajica by Clive Barker My rating: 5 of 5 stars Of all the books which have ever spoken to me, this one shot straight up among my absolute favourites. Deliciously transgressive in the ideas it conveys, this story has profound things to say about sex, love, gender, death, gods and…
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Scotland
Happy new year from Scotland! I’m having a pretty excellent time. There is change and hope and sacredness up on the horizon. Here’s to surviving another one. Love and adventure, Winterdragon
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Quoth 2017
I’ve no desire to sum up the year for all to see this time around. Instead I’ve dug through my collection of quotes, and leave you with a sample of them which more or less cryptically sums up my life this year. All the books quoted are well worth reading,…
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Sacred music
“We LOVE chorale music. Especially if it’s pagan!” My neck hurts, my throat is sore, and my head is pounding. But I’ll be damned if I’m not brimming with joy and life. What a concert. So much energy. And seeing a violinist, a harpist and a hurdy-gurdy player headbang in…
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The flood
Things are under water which should not be under water. Beings are dead who should not be dead. Thoughts are in my head which should not be in my head. The flood is deep and muddy. The current is strong, and the water is awfully icy. But who’s to decide…
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Celebrating transgender day of remembrance
I’m sitting here celebrating Transgender Day of Remembrance by eating cake. This is a day where we’re supposed to remember and honor all those who have lost their lives to anti-transgender violence, so this might seem a touch morbid. But yes, I’m fucking celebrating. I’m celebrating that I am transgender…
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In your mind, in the world
At this time, when the night is embracing the day ever more tightly, I’d just like to say to whoever might be reading this: yes Yes, there is room in the world for you and it is unbelievable how enough you are. Look up: the stars are smiling at you. …
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See all the love that’s in me
6701 words. I’m behind, but not hopelessly so. With some discipline and an effort, I can slay the beast of procrastination and do this thing. I’m still recovering from a cold and one hell of a party last week, so I guess it’s no wonder I haven’t managed to keep…
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NaNoWriMo—so we meet again
And so the madness begins. 1669 words, and off I go. That’s a decent start. NaNoWriMo, that’s what I’m talking about. An international competition where you challenge yourself to write a 50000-word novel in 30 days. The November insanity which has had me writing a trilogy of fantasy books. This…